Chapter 268 You don't want me to lose my inspiration, do you?

Zhou Wanqin also chimed in softly, her eyes darting around: "Ye... yes, the country has needs, and we... we all should do our best..."

They knew very well in their hearts that the contributions Jiang Jing had made to the country could no longer be described as just "doing one's part."

In comparison, their high-sounding words at this moment seemed so pale and ridiculous.

Jiang Jing found their guilty yet forced expressions extremely amusing.

"Two team captains, tell me, have I not contributed enough?"

Jiang Jing leaned in closer, his hot breath almost spraying against their earlobes, "And now, you want me to solve another difficult problem... surely this pillow talk shouldn't be for nothing, right?"

"There has to be some kind of substantial gesture to put me in a good mood and get my inspiration flowing, right?"

His ambiguous gaze seemed to ignite little flames all over them.

Burning Zhou Wanqin and Lin Hong with discomfort, their eyes darted around even more frantically, not daring to look at him.

"Wha... what kind of gesture..."

"We... we're just passing on a message..."

Watching them like this, Jiang Jing almost laughed out loud.

He suppressed his laughter, leaned forward slightly, and said in a tone full of seduction and a touch of roguishness: "The requirement isn't high. How about this: one kiss each. Once I get those kisses, I'll immediately fire up my genius brain and help the country solve the problem!"

"You... you shameless man!" Lin Hong stomped her foot in anger at his blatant bribery, but the words she scolded him with were soft and lacked any real bite.

"You big pervert! You hooligan!" Zhou Wanqin also spat out, blushing, her eyes flustered and absolutely not daring to meet Jiang Jing's gaze.

Jiang Jing chuckled, spread his hands, and began his twisted logic: "How can you call this being a pervert?"

"You have to understand, a genius's inspiration is like a gushing spring; it needs specific conditions to be triggered!"

"When in a good mood, inspiration flows endlessly; when in a bad mood, the brain is just a pile of mush, and I can't think of anything."

He pointed to his own head and spoke nonsense with a straight face: "You wouldn't want me to get depressed and have my inspiration dry up, leaving you watching the national project get stuck, would you? I'm doing this for the sake of the big picture!"

Listening to this shameless speech from Jiang Jing, which sounded like it came from some sleazy guy, Zhou Wanqin and Lin Hong gained a whole new understanding of the thickness of this guy's skin.

This guy practically had "I'm lustful and I'm right" written all over his face.

They were so angry their teeth itched; they wanted to refute him but didn't know how, and they wanted to agree but couldn't bring themselves to do it, so they stood there, stiff and in a dilemma.

They could only stand there, blushing and mumbling, their toes awkwardly digging into the carpet, refusing to commit.

"Make up your minds quickly," Jiang Jing urged with a wicked smile, "Inspiration is a fleeting thing. If it's gone in a moment, I won't be held responsible."

Zhou Wanqin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if she had made up her mind.

She raised her eyes, her face as red as a ripe apple, but her gaze carried a sense of resignation as she glared at Jiang Jing: "Fine! We'll do as you say! But you have to keep your word! If you dare to trick us, you... you're dead!"

The last few words were almost squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a hint of coyness she didn't even realize herself.

Jiang Jing immediately patted his chest with a thud: "How could you say that? How could I bear to deceive your feelings? I guarantee no cheating, I'll kiss until the inspiration comes!"

Watching Jiang Jing's glib behavior, Lin Hong rolled her eyes at him again, but eventually nodded in resignation, her voice as faint as a mosquito's: "...Mm."

Jiang Jing was overjoyed and immediately opened his arms, making a welcoming gesture with an expectant smile on his face: "So, my two beautiful ladies, who goes first?"

Zhou Wanqin and Lin Hong exchanged a look, both seeing the same shyness and hesitation in each other's eyes.

The two pushed each other back and forth, neither embarrassed enough to step forward first.

Jiang Jing found their bashfulness hilarious: "Hey, I'm not the Big Bad Wolf who eats people, why are you so afraid of me?"

"You are a bad guy!" The two women said in unison this time, accusing him while blushing.

"Alright then!" Jiang Jing laughed wickedly, a glint of craftiness flashing in his eyes, "Since you've both decided I'm the bad guy, then this bad guy won't stand on ceremony!"

With that, he reached out and pulled Zhou Wanqin, who was closer and hadn't had time to react, into his arms.

"Ah!" Caught off guard, Zhou Wanqin let out a short cry of surprise, her whole body crashing instantly into Jiang Jing's warm and solid embrace.

At such close range, that intense masculine scent made her mind go blank and her whole body turn weak.

Before she could even struggle, Jiang Jing had already lowered his head and accurately captured her enticing red lips.

"Mmph...!"

The soft sensation, with a hint of coolness, was like the sweetest jelly.

Zhou Wanqin's mind went completely blank in an instant.

Her whole body felt as if it had been hit by an immobilization spell, stiff and completely frozen.

The moment their lips met, Zhou Wanqin's whole body trembled violently, as if a jolt of electricity had surged from the point of contact through her entire body, making her limbs go numb.

She widened her beautiful eyes, looking at Jiang Jing's face, which wore a wicked smile.

She could clearly feel the solid touch and burning body temperature coming from Jiang Jing's chest.

Jiang Jing's kiss was initially filled with unquestionable dominance, easily prying open her pearly teeth, which were slightly parted in surprise, and driving straight inside.

Capturing her little tongue, which had nowhere to escape, and beginning to entwine with it.

Zhou Wanqin felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she leaned softly into Jiang Jing's arms.

Her will to resist crumbled rapidly amidst the ambiguous atmosphere of their entwined lips and teeth.

She could clearly feel his strong heartbeat and smell the scent of his body wash mixed with his unique masculine pheromones; all of this made her lose herself in a daze.

The hands that were originally pressed against his chest trying to push him away lost their strength without her realizing it, and even subconsciously wrapped around Jiang Jing's neck.

The ambiguous sound of kissing echoed in the quiet suite living room, exceptionally clear.

Lin Hong, standing to the side, watched this fiery scene before her, dumbstruck, watching her usually cool and detached Sister Wanqin turn into this state.

Her own heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

This bad guy... he... he was for real!

Zhou Wanqin began to respond to the kiss, albeit clumsily at first.

Jiang Jing's arms holding her tightened unconsciously; one hand roamed over her slender and elastic waist, while the other began to slide down mischievously, gently kneading her perky, rounded buttocks, feeling their astonishing elasticity and wonderful curves.

Zhou Wanqin's whole body felt hot from his bold actions, and an unconscious soft moan spilled from her nose as she entwined her lips and tongue more deeply with his.

Standing to the side, Lin Hong watched the passionate scene before her; she wanted to look away, but the image seemed to have a huge magical power, making her unable to tear her gaze away at all.